"Dr. Busch asked, "Musical Tastes please?"I said, "Jazz, Soul, and R&B. How does this help me get my gift?"Dr. Busch said, "t better tunes it for you....That way when you get yourgift, your gift will be more fitting to your life style. Now any foodpreference."I said, "Soul and Bar B Que. Of course I will try anything once."Dr. Busch said, "That is a good way to be. Do you drink or smoke?"I said, "I drink only a glass or two of wine on a special occasion,such as a Wedding Reception or New Year's. ‘I hate it when you leave. I don’t want you to leave.’ ‘Libby, I have to go to work… I don’t want to but that’s why they give me money… otherwise I wouldn’t go.’ He smiled at her trying to make it a joke. ‘I mean in September, I don’t want you to go away.’ ‘Libby, we’ll deal with that in August, ok? The summer just started and who knows, maybe by the end of the summer you’ll be sick of me anyway!’ John hated confrontation, and wanted to just put the thought of going away to school out of his. ‘I would. For sure I would. I’d … I’d …’ ‘What would you do, Carl?’ My aunt’s voice was hypnotic, her eyes casting a spell. ‘If we were together, somewhere romantic.’ She reached out and touched my hair, her hand moving slowly down over my face. Hazel leaned forward, her fingers under my chin, her thumb sliding back and forth across my cheek. ‘Would you kiss me, Carl?’ Of their own accord, my hands went up to my aunt’s hips. We stayed like that for long seconds, an unmoving tableau, my aunt. Mark began to stroke himself right in front of David and I could see that my husband was staring at Mark’s cock. Also, David’s cock was hard as ever which I think meant he was turned on by the idea as well.That’s when Mary went over and began to stroke and lick her husband’s cock as if to show David what to do. Then she let it slip from her mouth and pointed it at David saying, “Now it’s your turn.”To my surprise, that was all the encouragement my David must have needed because he scooted.